Richard Pierce

Poetry

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Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading

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streets

streets scratch the surface of history streets on sandshiftwith regiments of memory this was my streeti kissed him theremade my love in that dark cornerbefore i was born layers of… Continue Reading